I get exactly where you're coming from, I save creatures all the time. I'll even sweep ants up in a dustpan and bring them outside my house. That's trickier than it sounds, you have to shake them off the dustpan into a larger container and transfer them that way, otherwise you won't make it to the door. They don't realize I'm sparing them from the most common fate of being sprayed with poison, so naturally they go ape-shit running up and down and off the dustpan.

Wait, so you just let the frog go right there? I hate to break it to you but he didn't tell his froggy friends any tale at all, you dropped him off probably a hundred miles away from home in frog distance. His poor froggy wife, all his little tadpoles, never saw him again.

On the other hand, maybe he knew what he was doing all along and just hitched a ride back on someone else's car. His wife was all, "you never made it to uncle Fred's?" and he was like, "well, I tried, we were well on our way but then the car pulled over and some lady got out and picked me up talking about 'you're safe now, little froggy' and then set me down and drove off without me!" and then the wife, "how inconvenient. Did you pee on her hand?" him, "I peed on her hand."